Posted! I feel sad though that OutlawedPanda didn't get to get a post in, but the way I structured my post, it should be fine... right? Such that she could get something in after me.
I guess the next scene would be in the infirmary?
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The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight.
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Just as we would turn around and condemn or laugh at our ancestors for their barbarism, our descendants will do the same.
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Valentina Vetrov - Haywood - Robert/Daniel/Shannon/Emma/Rob
Valentina struggled and cried all the harder when she could feel someone taking her, but she couldn't put up much of a fight - even before the hard knock in her face by the Something, she wasn't much of a threat without a loaded gun. All the girl could do was to make it difficult for whoever was trying to take her. Not before long, the woman tried to take her snub-nosed revolver away, but Valentina held on hard. "Nnn-! No!" She screamed, barely intelligible at first before the simple word became a little more familiar to her. Valentina made a fist around her precious gun, which had belonged to her elder sister, but the woman was able to undo it and take it away, "NO!!!"
Blood was dripping down her nose (and her mouth, as one would discover if they look a little more closely) like a river, down her cheek and chin, slithering down her neck and onto her jacket and shirt underneath... Valentina's sight had returned, but only for bright light to obscure much of it such that only vague shapes were apparent to her. Somewhere along the way out of the house, her eyepatch had come undone as she struggled like a possessed girl, and her milky white iris was exposed to the world unbeknownst to her.
And all the way out, she was crying, screaming and kicking.
Valentina struggled and cried all the harder when she could feel someone taking her, but she couldn't put up much of a fight - even before the hard knock in her face by the Something, she wasn't much of a threat without a loaded gun. All the girl could do was to make it difficult for whoever was trying to take her. Not before long, the woman tried to take her snub-nosed revolver away, but Valentina held on hard. "Nnn-! No!" She screamed, barely intelligible at first before the simple word became a little more familiar to her. Valentina made a fist around her precious gun, which had belonged to her elder sister, but the woman was able to undo it and take it away, "NO!!!"
Blood was dripping down her nose (and her mouth, as one would discover if they look a little more closely) like a river, down her cheek and chin, slithering down her neck and onto her jacket and shirt underneath... Valentina's sight had returned, but only for bright light to obscure much of it such that only vague shapes were apparent to her. Somewhere along the way out of the house, her eyepatch had come undone as she struggled like a possessed girl, and her milky white iris was exposed to the world unbeknownst to her.
And all the way out, she was crying, screaming and kicking.
Posted an hour ago. Do let me know if it's something you guys don't want. I tried waiting out a bit in chat for you guys but no one appeared, so I just posted it for fear of slowing things down.
I figured that that's how she'd react because she's going from being completely isolated to having so many people in the room and not having the need to listen or speak to needing to hear so many things. Then of course, there's everything she experienced, which would make her anxious (which is an understatement) around strangers, leading up to her trying to make a run for it.
Oh, and here's an idea. That guard who hit her could be a PC if someone feels like jumping in. I'm looking at you, xcalx1dw, or anyone who haven't posted yet, or who might join before anyone else posted or something.
EDIT: Also, I gotta ask before I get my shuteye... Is this Walking Dead RP based off of the comic, television shoe or the games? Because from the initial post, it looks like the comics.
I figured that that's how she'd react because she's going from being completely isolated to having so many people in the room and not having the need to listen or speak to needing to hear so many things. Then of course, there's everything she experienced, which would make her anxious (which is an understatement) around strangers, leading up to her trying to make a run for it.
Oh, and here's an idea. That guard who hit her could be a PC if someone feels like jumping in. I'm looking at you, xcalx1dw, or anyone who haven't posted yet, or who might join before anyone else posted or something.
EDIT: Also, I gotta ask before I get my shuteye... Is this Walking Dead RP based off of the comic, television shoe or the games? Because from the initial post, it looks like the comics.
Valentina - Haywood - Robert/Daniel/Shannon/Emma
When Valentina listened to all the chatter around her, she began to feel something worm its way back out of deep inside her, but she could not understand what. Suddenly conscious that her chin was absolutely filthy with foam and saliva, she gave it a quick wipe with her jacket sleeve.
As a girl just a few years older than her spoke, Valentina noticed that she got closer - as she found it hard to understand what she was saying, having never had the need to listen to so many words at one go for so long, Valentina simply could not understand her, and she feared what she could not understand. The little she could pick out did not help much. The room was becoming crowded, and Valentina became afraid.
When the girl finished, Valentina froze, afraid of the crowd on one hand and wanting the food they had on the other. But in the end, fear took over and Valentina bolted for the window she had come through from, and in a heartbeat was climbing and almost got out when something hard hit her right in the face, sending her flying back. All she could see after that was whiteness, and for a split moment Valentina thought she had lost the sight in her other eye, though she could barely even think anymore. Her nose felt like it had come off and her entire face felt broken, but in reality nothing was, though she was bleeding rivers from her nose.
Moaning in pain, she tried to sit up but could not, and was only rewarded with a sharp pain in her face that quickly spread to the rest of her head and neck, and she accidentally fired off her only round. All she could do after that was to cry on the floor with a eyepatch askew with nothing in her mind but pain itself; the only blessing that could ever come out of this was that she was no longer worried about danger or food.
"Did I get him!? Did I get the bandit!?" A voice called out from the window, and soon a guard with a rifle appeared there.
When Valentina listened to all the chatter around her, she began to feel something worm its way back out of deep inside her, but she could not understand what. Suddenly conscious that her chin was absolutely filthy with foam and saliva, she gave it a quick wipe with her jacket sleeve.
As a girl just a few years older than her spoke, Valentina noticed that she got closer - as she found it hard to understand what she was saying, having never had the need to listen to so many words at one go for so long, Valentina simply could not understand her, and she feared what she could not understand. The little she could pick out did not help much. The room was becoming crowded, and Valentina became afraid.
When the girl finished, Valentina froze, afraid of the crowd on one hand and wanting the food they had on the other. But in the end, fear took over and Valentina bolted for the window she had come through from, and in a heartbeat was climbing and almost got out when something hard hit her right in the face, sending her flying back. All she could see after that was whiteness, and for a split moment Valentina thought she had lost the sight in her other eye, though she could barely even think anymore. Her nose felt like it had come off and her entire face felt broken, but in reality nothing was, though she was bleeding rivers from her nose.
Moaning in pain, she tried to sit up but could not, and was only rewarded with a sharp pain in her face that quickly spread to the rest of her head and neck, and she accidentally fired off her only round. All she could do after that was to cry on the floor with a eyepatch askew with nothing in her mind but pain itself; the only blessing that could ever come out of this was that she was no longer worried about danger or food.
"Did I get him!? Did I get the bandit!?" A voice called out from the window, and soon a guard with a rifle appeared there.
Hey OutlawedPanda, will you be posting a response? Because QT posted something 2 hours ago, and I'm wondering if that dissuaded you from making another post...
Valentina Vetrov - Haywood - Daniel Crowe & Shannon Greene
Despite the man's kindly advance and generosity, Valentina could not help but to suspect that he was either playing with her or tricking her to let her guard down. The girl thought she could accept the key and try to open the cabinet, but even without a gun, she knew very well that the man could easily overpower her with ease. So Valentina simply slid further away from him, shrinking when he offered the keys, still shaken and pallid from the cold, hunger and lack of sleep. The woman's entrance did not help either - memories of her past brush with a rather lustful couple surfaced. The man's words fell on deaf ears, partly because her brain was too bruised to understand them, and partly because she could not believe she was hearing them at all - kind words seemed like the stuff of folk tales and legends, something unreal.
When she was far enough away, Valentina simply pulled her pistol out from its holster, cocking it and pointed it at the man, her actions fast as the blink of an eye from practice and experience, the weapon shaking as the girl was already weak from too many reasons for her small frame to handle. More saliva was dribbling down her mouth as the hunger pangs in her got worse from the thought of food being so close. From a rather shy outlook, Valentina, almost as if like an animal running on instinct, changed dramatically and stared viciously at the pair of adults with her teeth bared and lips shivering, panting as adrenaline, despite her hunger, was rushing in her veins. All that was missing was her growling or snarling like a wild dog.
Shifting her target consistently between the man and woman to threaten them, she couldn't help but to eye the cabinet for want of food every other moment.
Despite the man's kindly advance and generosity, Valentina could not help but to suspect that he was either playing with her or tricking her to let her guard down. The girl thought she could accept the key and try to open the cabinet, but even without a gun, she knew very well that the man could easily overpower her with ease. So Valentina simply slid further away from him, shrinking when he offered the keys, still shaken and pallid from the cold, hunger and lack of sleep. The woman's entrance did not help either - memories of her past brush with a rather lustful couple surfaced. The man's words fell on deaf ears, partly because her brain was too bruised to understand them, and partly because she could not believe she was hearing them at all - kind words seemed like the stuff of folk tales and legends, something unreal.
When she was far enough away, Valentina simply pulled her pistol out from its holster, cocking it and pointed it at the man, her actions fast as the blink of an eye from practice and experience, the weapon shaking as the girl was already weak from too many reasons for her small frame to handle. More saliva was dribbling down her mouth as the hunger pangs in her got worse from the thought of food being so close. From a rather shy outlook, Valentina, almost as if like an animal running on instinct, changed dramatically and stared viciously at the pair of adults with her teeth bared and lips shivering, panting as adrenaline, despite her hunger, was rushing in her veins. All that was missing was her growling or snarling like a wild dog.
Shifting her target consistently between the man and woman to threaten them, she couldn't help but to eye the cabinet for want of food every other moment.
Valentina Vetrov - Haywood - Daniel Crowe
"Hello There..." A voice behind Valentina made her jump. Shaken, the girl stopped trying to pry the cabinet door open and turned slowly around, shaken by the fact that she had been discovered. Upon turning around, she saw who that voice belonged to; a rather tall, brown-haired man, pointing a pistol at her. Valentina shook in fear and defeat as she stared down the barrel of the gun, saliva and foam dribbling unceremoniously down the side of her mouth, her knife hanging uselessly in her hand by her side.
By now, her hunger and social isolation had stolen most of her power of speech, social graces and manners, so all Valentina was to look away in a mix of fright and shyness, like a kid being caught doing something wrong (which she was), unconsciously taking steps back, as far away from the pistol as possible until her back met the kitchen counter she was messing with. Strangely enough, the only thought going through her mind was food even when it seemed that she would die within moments.
"Hello There..." A voice behind Valentina made her jump. Shaken, the girl stopped trying to pry the cabinet door open and turned slowly around, shaken by the fact that she had been discovered. Upon turning around, she saw who that voice belonged to; a rather tall, brown-haired man, pointing a pistol at her. Valentina shook in fear and defeat as she stared down the barrel of the gun, saliva and foam dribbling unceremoniously down the side of her mouth, her knife hanging uselessly in her hand by her side.
By now, her hunger and social isolation had stolen most of her power of speech, social graces and manners, so all Valentina was to look away in a mix of fright and shyness, like a kid being caught doing something wrong (which she was), unconsciously taking steps back, as far away from the pistol as possible until her back met the kitchen counter she was messing with. Strangely enough, the only thought going through her mind was food even when it seemed that she would die within moments.
Valentina Vetrov - Haywood
Valentina had been spying on some people in the distance for several hours now, unsure of what to do. It was a cold, windy day - it being winter, every single day was cold and windy, and it wasn't friendly to the young girl. Valentina had been on the run for several days now, and she was far from her sleep spots. In fact, there was a desperately constant, gnawing feeling in her that she was lost, that she would never get back to her secret places again. Worse still, she hadn't eaten for close to three days - the next nightfall would mark her third missing dinner. The thought of her stacks of canned food made the nauseous sensation in her stomach even worse. Valentina was afraid of people, and what they might do to her, but she knew just as well that when there's people, there would also be food. Even Manson had food.
All it took was another groan of her stomach and her nearly vomiting to push her into it, into finding a way in. Darting from car to car and rubble to rubble, she came up to the chainlink fences surrounding the Place with People. Keeping low, Valentina was constantly keeping a lookout for guards, her tired eyes shifting about quickly. Following the chainlink fence, she searched feverishly for a way in, and would not give up even after exhausting a side of the Place with People. Her effort was only rewarded when she searched the next side, in the form of a small, loose section of the fence, the chink in the armour of the Place with People big enough for her to squeeze through, except...
She had to leave her Purple Hello Kitty Backpack behind. Already desperate, she shrugged it off and hid it in a dustbin, carrying with her only Valerie's Taurus Model 85 .38 Snub-Nosed Revolver (which had only a single bullet) and Lieutenant Hugh's Combat Knife. A simple but vicious steak knife was stuck on her belt, and just like how her late soldier friend had taught her, she kept a home-made little blade hidden in the lining of her jeans.
Wiping off the foam that was beginning to form on the side of her mouth, Valentina squeezed through - although weak from her starvation, the promise of food kept her alert and careful. As a guard was quickly approaching, the girl was nearly sliding through in a hurry and managed to hide behind a pile of trash before he noticed anything.
Surveying the compound she had just sneaked into, Valentina saw a huge apartment building and several houses. People were walking around freely, but mostly around the largest building. The obvious choice was the closest house, which seemed to be the biggest. With her stomach feeling like it was no longer there anymore, she wanted her food quick and she wanted her food NOW.
Upon seeing opportunity, Valentina darted to her targeted house. Wasting no time as a guard might come around the corner at any moment, Valentina climbed through an open window as soon as her hunch tells her that there was no one on the other side... And promptly landed in the kitchen - exactly where she wanted to be in. Sweat was beginning to form on her dirty forehead as Valentina's bloodshot eyes searched for food, and only food.
"Hey," A faint voice had said somewhere near the house. "How's it going?" In her frenzied state, Valentina did not care. Darting across the kitchen in anticipation of precious food, Valentina paid for her lack of caution when she tried the closest cabinet door, and found that it wasn't just locked, but produced a rather dull, metallic noise when she tried to force it open.
Aware that she'd made some noise, Valentina tried to work as quickly as she could, her head constantly turning to check on the door leading into the kitchen, paranoid that someone would barge into the kitchen and catch her red-handed. Pulling her knife out, she stuck it into the gap of the cabinet door and tried to force it open, her eyes wide in concentration, unaware that saliva was dripping down the side of her mouth where foam was forming again as even her body knew subconsciously that there was food - tasty, tasty food - in there....
Valentina had been spying on some people in the distance for several hours now, unsure of what to do. It was a cold, windy day - it being winter, every single day was cold and windy, and it wasn't friendly to the young girl. Valentina had been on the run for several days now, and she was far from her sleep spots. In fact, there was a desperately constant, gnawing feeling in her that she was lost, that she would never get back to her secret places again. Worse still, she hadn't eaten for close to three days - the next nightfall would mark her third missing dinner. The thought of her stacks of canned food made the nauseous sensation in her stomach even worse. Valentina was afraid of people, and what they might do to her, but she knew just as well that when there's people, there would also be food. Even Manson had food.
All it took was another groan of her stomach and her nearly vomiting to push her into it, into finding a way in. Darting from car to car and rubble to rubble, she came up to the chainlink fences surrounding the Place with People. Keeping low, Valentina was constantly keeping a lookout for guards, her tired eyes shifting about quickly. Following the chainlink fence, she searched feverishly for a way in, and would not give up even after exhausting a side of the Place with People. Her effort was only rewarded when she searched the next side, in the form of a small, loose section of the fence, the chink in the armour of the Place with People big enough for her to squeeze through, except...
She had to leave her Purple Hello Kitty Backpack behind. Already desperate, she shrugged it off and hid it in a dustbin, carrying with her only Valerie's Taurus Model 85 .38 Snub-Nosed Revolver (which had only a single bullet) and Lieutenant Hugh's Combat Knife. A simple but vicious steak knife was stuck on her belt, and just like how her late soldier friend had taught her, she kept a home-made little blade hidden in the lining of her jeans.
Wiping off the foam that was beginning to form on the side of her mouth, Valentina squeezed through - although weak from her starvation, the promise of food kept her alert and careful. As a guard was quickly approaching, the girl was nearly sliding through in a hurry and managed to hide behind a pile of trash before he noticed anything.
Surveying the compound she had just sneaked into, Valentina saw a huge apartment building and several houses. People were walking around freely, but mostly around the largest building. The obvious choice was the closest house, which seemed to be the biggest. With her stomach feeling like it was no longer there anymore, she wanted her food quick and she wanted her food NOW.
Upon seeing opportunity, Valentina darted to her targeted house. Wasting no time as a guard might come around the corner at any moment, Valentina climbed through an open window as soon as her hunch tells her that there was no one on the other side... And promptly landed in the kitchen - exactly where she wanted to be in. Sweat was beginning to form on her dirty forehead as Valentina's bloodshot eyes searched for food, and only food.
"Hey," A faint voice had said somewhere near the house. "How's it going?" In her frenzied state, Valentina did not care. Darting across the kitchen in anticipation of precious food, Valentina paid for her lack of caution when she tried the closest cabinet door, and found that it wasn't just locked, but produced a rather dull, metallic noise when she tried to force it open.
Aware that she'd made some noise, Valentina tried to work as quickly as she could, her head constantly turning to check on the door leading into the kitchen, paranoid that someone would barge into the kitchen and catch her red-handed. Pulling her knife out, she stuck it into the gap of the cabinet door and tried to force it open, her eyes wide in concentration, unaware that saliva was dripping down the side of her mouth where foam was forming again as even her body knew subconsciously that there was food - tasty, tasty food - in there....
Thanks guys :D Now to scheme about how to introduce Valentina to either group... :D
There's simply no point in redoing my CS if I'm migrating my character over. It took me hours to work everything out...
Also, aren't CSes pretty much mandatory in a successful high casual RP such as this?
Also, aren't CSes pretty much mandatory in a successful high casual RP such as this?
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